" He smiled against her skin, and lowered a hand, pulling her thighs apart slowly. She didn't resist him, her legs parting for him. "Mhmm... feeling h...s hard cock pressed against my ass, my nipples hard, pushing against his hands while he pulled my tits out, guiding me back into an empty shop..." She gasped, her free hand cupping her own breast over her shirt, squeezing it tightly as her boyfriend wrapped his fingertips in the waistband of her shorts. "You'd let him fuck you, just like that?. This was not an uncommon request and I knew the limits each girl would go, but for the money most of the girls would do anything.This night however the girls didn't show up, my clients were getting upset waiting while I tried to get someone else to come in. Beth was working in the front office looking hot as usual wearing tight jeans that hugged her ass and a white tube top that stretched across her breasts so tight that you would have swore the material was see through. I always enjoyed it. When I get it in the wrong hole it can hurt at first. Are you OK, do I need to give you mouth to mouth?”“He’s fine, Kryssi,” my super boyfriend said. “Go on to bed.”Well, I waited and waited and eventually fell asleep. I don’t know how long I slept but when I awoke it was very dark. My Matt hadn’t come to bed yet so I decided to tiptoe out to see how he was doing. When I got in sight of the living room Chris was gone and Matt was watching a movie on his laptop. I snuck up to him in the dark and. “Make sure we have our passports ready,” Sula mentioned.Jenny took them out of her purse, handing each theirs. “Oh Scott, don’t forget your moustache,” Jenny reminded him. He pressed it above his upper lip, and a moment later, it fell off. He reapplied it, but the moustache wouldn’t remain in place.“Shit, my moustache won’t stick to me because of my whiskers! What do we do?” He feared.“I don’t know!” Jenny cried.There was no time to do anything as the Ivory Coast border guard motioned Scott up.